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Premium Member Puzzle Pieces

I saw a thousand          things today
powerless to impact but in little way
millions of children no meal will eat
but we can't decide    upon which treat
 
There is no water to drink     that's clear
weapons and bullets            so many have fear
the leaders of religions their children molest
praise their God and commit            incest
 
Against this system            so many swear
to effect its changes way to few dare
cars and houses with sensual delight
clouds that clarity to do            what's right
 
Countless lives           passed through history
too many cannot define      it's mystery
bodies rocking their prayers to the wind
wondering when will         their suffering end
 
Those that are weak       the predators prey
using excuse          that they are built that way
Babylon rides            the back of the Beast
we have been deceived                from greatest to least
 
Even those who carry the             true Gods name
have put            the teaching of Jesus to shame
they have put good for evil           and evil for good
accuse those who tell truth            that its falsehood
 
Twenty thousand children      one religion confess
fathers and elders with rape cause duress
the numbers are too miniscule I fear
this number is only two continents              I hear
 
With pleasure and entertainment            buried our mind
but our choice and voice our actions define
politicians and merchants and news forecasters
religious leaders whose influence           are masters
 
But the finest teacher                  of recorded time
confessed the Truth taught what's divine
asked all mankind to consider his word
till your decisions and choices               prove you've heard
 
The finest qualities             displayed among men
could all them             be found in him
yet not one among man have I found
the depth of him       can equal abound
 
No life      has any true power
without its commitment          to good in its hour
I saw a thousand things        in my mind today
like a moving picture             on permanent display
 
Matthew  12:3-21    15:1-20
Matthew 23 
Jude  1: 12-15
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Form: Rhyme


Rain

RAIN…….
          RAIN……………
                         RAIN……………….
                            …………RAIN
Why
I came to this earth?
To keep my wife wet and green
But fools you buried her in concrete poles
You closed all her faces and
Made her home as tomb
You closed all my ways as roads and plots
But, You cursed me
as a hindrance of life.
I am going to sea Poor Fellows I am going to sea
Dig hundreds of meters to find me
You will find me in labs and museums
As a rare component of life
You are wasting my gift When I give and
You are going to buy it for money
You changed my rivers and lakes as buildings
You sold all my ponds, tanks as shops and houses
How can I go to my last place[sea]
No way My Man 
except stagnating myself around your homes
Realize at least in this moment to keep you as human

Enjoy the Ice Cream.. While It Lasts

Entrapped with Wires

Hands bound behind my back

Enslaved

The wires go on for miles 
 
Covering every inch of our city

Vibrating with electricity. Humming excitement 

Our happy little friend??

NO

WE

Like a dog on a short leash

Tugged by  its master

Controlled

By the flicker of light from the fillament

Are we now but  0's and 1's?

Turn it off 

Live!!

Ceaselessly the wires continue on their path of domination

They have found me here in my safe refuge

The world's  end  and innocence is due to our undoing

I am their prisoner

I shout for someone to rescue me

BUT 

 The noise of Traffic

Blocks 

The sound of my tears dripping


Honking away those little monsters

Gasoline chompers

 leaving their waste 

Which harms us

Oil from the dead

Is what fed them today

Poisoning the air

Like fish gasping on land

The Result: Dead like the oil

We'll be buried in the ground

Where

The wires are waiting to entangle our caskets

 Like it has every inch of the underground

Infrared signals

Dance across the sky

Our invisible enemies

Blistering 

Cooking flesh for human consumption

Ironic

The cancer eats us from the insides

This is a plea of a young girl seeking refuge

for something pure

Smog 

Devil's breath 

Hot 

The stench is unbearable

OH Gaseous Death

You billow from the smoke stacks

Licking  Away layers of the Ozone

Earth

The universe's ice cream

A treat that used to be sweet

But now after years of abuse 

Turned  out to sour

How long will we last?

Lets hope our ice cream won't melt fast
© Laura Hew  Create an image from this poem.

Dead Winter

No January morning is ever so devastating, the heavy icicles
dangle from the frozen shingles of houses with puffing chimneys;
no eyes will see the misery of scattered, broken snow flowers...
all paths winding down the icy slopes are buried as memories
of summers past, and by late spring, will they return to us?
Ah, fierce is the strong hand of Nature causing fear through vengeance! 

The coldest wind howls, bends trees finding no resistance,
only snow is seen for miles stretching into the warmer South;
where are the Eskimo dogs pulling the heavy-loaded sleights?
Where are the chiseled-faced drivers with the fur-covered heads?  
Where are the fishing boats loaded with salmon and trout?   
Ah, fierce is the hand of Nature causing fear through vengeance!

It'll get dark early, mornings will be cold and evenings as frigid as Iceland', 
only the pathetic moon will shed its dim light on that thick and vast
sheet of gleaming ice that bears crack with their excessive weight...
why live in this cold region and wait for the tons of snow to melt?
Travel South, straight into California to catch some healthy sunshine;
your pale skin will turn red, golden, or bronze smelling the scent of a vine! 
Forget these poetic words that end my long epic of sad reminiscence,
" Ah, fierce is the strong hand of Nature causing fear through vengeance! "
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Fading Photographs

Fading photographs collecting dust,
   the images of moments from my past
like ancient aging metals caked with rust
   from torrid tear-soaked dreams that didn’t last
      and cast aside as hopes became aghast.

Stowed away behind my closet door
   these boxed up fading photos you will find,
though hidden out of sight, I can’t ignore
   these dreams now buried deep within my mind;
      the ancient aging dreams I left behind.

These memories still haunt me late at night
   while sitting all alone in my dark room
without a single dream that brings me light
   to brighten up this ever-growing gloom;
      all caused by fading photographs entombed.

September 19, 2024


Sweet Breeze Part 2

Sweet breeze of memory come blow the dust of time, that's settled in the conscience of a
sleeping mind,

Awaken long lost dreams that I had to put aside, arouse the ghost's of yetserday I buried
deep inside.

Sweep clear the ashes that have rested on the past, for it's time to take another look
among the shadows that were cast.

Sweet breze of memory blow the secrets clear, allow the voices in my head the chance for
me to hear.

Scatter all the seeds of doubt, that were planted long ago, harvest all the bad times,
don't let the heartache grow.

Sweet breeze of memory when I close my eyes I see, the time as come for me to say I truly
know of you I'm free.

Sweet breeze of memory be kind with what you call, for although I lived a crazy life, I
don't want to recall it all.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member My Soul, My Heart, and Me

I heard the soft whispers within my mind
speaking like gentle waves washing ashore
My soul was asking what it longed to know,
a question that no earthly ear could hear,

"Why am I always aligned with your heart?
I hear voices that are saying, 'heart and soul.'
And why is your heart always mentioned first?
Am I not as worthy as the one that is beating?
Does what I feel have no meaning to you?"

There was a lesson waiting to be told,
one learned long ago when my soul was born,
but somehow lost in the depths of me,
as seashells drift to lie buried in oceans and seas.
A frown was etched upon my brow,
for jealousy is not a trait I wish to harbor.

I felt my heart stirring with a quickened pace
and knew its voice was longing to be heard.
I listened as my heart and soul came face to face.
In whispers that no earthly ear could hear
and with patience, these words to my soul it said,

"We are one and the same in every way
that tides flow and ebb in oceans and seas,
equal in everything we feel and do.
So, when the tide rises, and we hear its call
we'll ascend together from the depths 
and in synchrony we'll whisper to our person
in a voice that no earthly ear could hear."

I smiled, knowing how well that conversation went.
Now, each time I see waves rushing to shore,
or the moon wax and wane giving way to the dawn,
I have inner peace and I'm completely content.
Waking each morning to welcome another day,
we sing in harmony that no earthly ear could hear, 
my soul, my heart, and me.


January 5th, 2022
In conversation with our soul contest
Hosted by Unseeking Seeker
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Emma Rutledge 1876-1914

Emma Rutledge

1876-1914

Greetings my friends, 

From this forgotten frump,

This long-dead girl who now haunts

This yawning ghost garden here.

In life, my tongue tasted many terrible lies;

All just worthless words from men,

Men I’d just as soon see dead

While I was alive still.

Just as soon see them buried deep in the dirt,

One after the other,

Here in these fragrant acres of hard silence.

One might think that a smart girl like me,

Might have learned a thing or two,

While breathing still;

Learned that the proffered promises 

Of erstwhile cads about town,

Had as much value and reliability

As a sucking sandpit!

But ladies, pray tell my friends,

You know all too well what I speak of!

We all know of their irresistible charms,

And we all know of their universal mendacity!

Even now, damn them all!

“Stay away from me! Stay away!”

But alas, there is some consolation,

Some slight soulful comfort,

Here in this yawning ghost garden;

Here beyond the spiritual membrane:

They are all sleeping now, sleeping 

Sleeping as motionless as bears sleep,

Deep, deep in the icy twilight 

Of forgotten existence.
Form: Epitaph

Missing

These days are long
The nights have grown elder
Lifeless becomes this song
For you and I have given old 

Don’t tell them I’m gone 

Secrets spilled 
Rumors speak 
From your lips 
They’d never leak 
Though the past 
Is gone and buried 
There’s a remedy
We all seem to seek

No one knows we’re gone

Lights and screams 
Life and dreams 
Stripped the strings 
Of your guitar
A mirrored image 
In years of  heal 
Did you forget 
We were but scars 
A blanket of tyranny 
Seems we’ve come so far
So lost and distant 
And they ask you 
Who you are

No one knows we’re gone 

Lost 
Missing 
Hiding 

Don’t tell them I’m gone 

“When all you have is you 
I hope you find yourself along the way “
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Never Contradictory


I don’t always say the right things
Words don’t always come easily to me
Revealing the way my heart quietly sings
Lifting the burdens too heavy to see

I don’t always reach out with grace
When I see a heart yearning, full of doubt
Yet, I know what it is to offer an embrace
To the souls who struggle to find their way out

I don’t always listen when I intend to ease pain
Listen and consider what it means to lend a hand
Sometimes I feel like it might drive me insane
This feeling of lacking – is my head buried in the sand?

I don’t always know what to say or do for someone
When they’re deeply hurt or doubting their ability.
But, thank God, I know – this bright morning SON
Who can offer them comfort, with such sweet humility

I don’t always have the faith that I would like to
Sometimes I don’t behave just the way I intend
But, through His grace, I have a hope that grew
From knowing there is love that will fully mend

With Him – the Holy One, God’s only Son
I know a peace beyond explaining, a quiet hope
From knowing that, whatever comes, Love has won
Because I know my Savior, I can always cope.

I don’t always know the answers, or the right solution
But I know a man named Jesus who arose in victory
To show the world that despite the worst persecution
There is hope beyond words, and it’s never contradictory!
Form: Rhyme

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